Untimely Motherhood
A man who lived every bit of thirty
Professed his love for me
And I a girl not more than seventeen
Believed his words to be
He claimed to be what he was not
And wasted my youthful years
My trust I gave a mighty lot
So young and full of tears
A mother's burden upon my head
Two sons for him I bore
Daily I strive to get our bread
He left me nothing more
If add I now to that man's seed
This hungry mouth of mine
Three hungry mouths I have to feed
With bread and meat and wine
I live a life of daily struggle
Wondering what was my sin
Was it to love and be so humble ?
Was it to be naive ?
Daily I rise to grow the soil
And provide all we lack
With effort and with sweat I toil
For the sun taunts my back
I look at my boys and tend to wonder
If grow them boys to men
To seek the whereabouts of their father
For they know I am no hen
Would I say he was a good and bad
Who left me in my prime?
Or say me that my love he had
At once upon a time ?
Would I tell of how much he did lie
To make me spread my legs ?
Or lie to them that he did die
Not knowing of my eggs ?
What better words have I to say
To make them learn of him?
I think and rethink everyday
Yet no good word defines him
I hope a hope against all hopes
That my sons live good lives
And never thread their Father's ropes
For they ought to love their wives
By :Adams .O. Elizabeth
Copyright © Elizabeth Adams | Year Posted 2018
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